moving picture...

The fear roils through me
The sweat begins to bead
Sleep eludes
Chaos controls
As thoughts of death
Do take the lead.

A moving picture within my mind
I close my eyes but do not find
The cure for thought
The one to blind
Time is skewed and reality maligned.

A quiet place in light to hide
My body begins to shake
Sanity runs
Control evades
As thoughts of terror
Begin to quake.

Tremors start and wrack the bone
Film of thought is setting tone
Terror is king
Upon its' throne
The order given and sanity has flown.

The sadness overwhelms me
Tears fall upon my cheek
A mindless scream
Silence reigns
The dance of horror
I do not speak.

For if I do reality may come
Feelings withheld no longer numb
The evil is borne
I am the sum
A Hell which there is no escape from.